Did you ever cut a hole in a cardboard box, put it on your head and say something like, Good evening. This is Rob MacDonald reporting from South Korea where authorities are pleased to announce that the red elephant, after a mysterious absence, has reappeared at the summit of Jirisan, seemingly healthy and roughly ten times its previous size? Me neither. Still, if I needed to, I know I could hold the box very steady and convey just the right combination of wonderment and professionalism. We all have imaginary jobs in this life, and if you ask me, we should look one another straight in the eye, even when we aren’t sure what it is we’re trying to say. When I have something important to say, I practice in a mirror. Without raising my voice, I make my words heavier and more gentle, until it feels like I’m yelling at myself, except it’s my old self looking back, and it’s like we’re both done dreaming.